#because as everyone knows i'm a sucker for engaged!bughead

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promptathon week 10

He’s still fiddling with the ring on her finger when she wakes up.

Half-asleep, Betty tugs her hand out of his grip, pressing it against her mouth as she yawns. “What…what are you doing?”

In the morning light it glints, gold with a little round ruby set in the middle. Jughead lets his gaze trace a lazy path from her drowsy eyes to her lush mouth, to her elegant neck, to the stretch of skin where the strap of her nightgown has slipped off of her shoulder. For seven years he thought he’d never see her again. Now he hopes he gets seventy more, just like this.

“Just admiring.”

Betty stretches her fingers out on the pillow between them. “I think you’re more obsessed with it than I am.”

Jughead limits his protest to a single scoff, because she’s not wrong. The first few times they’d talked about it, she’d insisted she didn’t need a ring. He’d bought her one anyway. For whatever reason, the symbolism weighs more heavily on him than it does on her.

“Are we doing anything today?” Though it’s a Saturday, he’s found that twenty-eight-year-old Betty Cooper is just as prone to filling up her leisure time with structured activities as she was back in the days when homework and cheerleading rehearsal dominated the schedule.

But Betty shakes her head slowly. “Mm, no. Veronica had to head into the city last night to deal with something for her mom, so brunch is out, and Polly says Junie and Woody keep passing some kind of cold back and forth so I canceled our reservation at the pottery painting place this afternoon.”

“Great.” Jughead smiles, fingers tapping lightly at her forearm. “So we have a day to ourselves.”

She smiles, too, reaching out a hand to brush his hair out of his eyes. “I guess we do. What do you want to do?”

He shrugs one shoulder. “We could get married.”

Betty laughs. “It’s only been two weeks.”

“So?”

She purses her lips. “Okay, where would we get married on zero notice? City hall is closed on weekends.”

“I dunno. Pickens Park? Something pretty’s probably blooming right now. We’ll have great photos.”

“You’ll be sneezing in all of them thanks to all the pollen.” Betty pokes his nose fondly.

“Indoors, then. The Sisters of Quiet Mercy. They can’t have much going on. They had a chapel in there, right?”

Her nose crinkles up in disgust. “If the building’s still standing it’s probably full of asbestos. Not to mention memories of the time I almost got lobotomized.”

“Fair enough.” Jughead sighs. “If memories are a dealbreaker, we’ll probably have to go somewhere out of town.”

Betty wriggles closer to him beneath the sheets, her cold toes sliding between his ankles. “I’m not opposed to a destination wedding.”

“Good to know.”

“But those take some planning.” She shifts even closer, snaking her hand over his waist to settle on his back. Her nails scrape lightly across his skin, sending a shiver through his body. “So I think we’ll have to come up with something else to do today.”

Betty yelps in delight when he flips her onto her back, giggles fading into a moan as his lips find her pulse point.

“Fine by me.”

(written for week 10 of @riverdalepromptathon! prompts used are: gold, sisters of quiet mercy, & disgusted.)